A black and white photos, two men embraced about forty, big hands, smiles that split skin tanned by the sea. Among them boy skinny, brown and a blonde girl with a naked doll in her hands. In the background a triangular sail. Pittaluga George is reviewing child between his father and uncle John, next to Ciccia, the daughter of his uncle Gianni. uncle Gianni was a Dad's friend, Giovanni Di Stefano, and Ciccia is Silvana, her dear, sweet, nasty, bitch Ciccia Silvana, his childhood friend. Behind the wing belongs to the New Latin Santo Stefano, a former Leudo that the two men had bought in the 50 'and put. They thought of using it to bring tourists from Genoa to Monaco and Menton or vice versa. The adventure, however, did not work very well. The photo must have been taken on Sunday morning, perhaps from his mother, as they prepared to go to sea with the Leudo to bring a party of Americans. He would accompany his father and uncle to help with the gentlemen who spoke only English and learn to sail with the boat round and protective, cautious, and mother, while Silvana would remain on the ground with their mothers. Ciccia, as always, would be angry and would put the muzzle.
The same face showing in the second photo, in color. A mug shot of a blonde girl of about twenty years, the boyish hair cut, a student with a pair of wire rimmed glasses, light. The tired air of someone who has slept with clothes on and was taken by force from somewhere. The look is that of an angry child who meditates to make you pay. Remember the day when that photograph was taken. Silvana's mother comes home crying and telling them the night before the police had arrested his daughter, but she had only learned then and had come to seek help from my mother to strut back to the barracks, to understand what had done wrong. Remember her heart slowed and stopped cold for long moments. On that day came the first crack on the polished mirror of his life.
"As you see, tell us a little bit of his past ... the proletariat, the lawyer know ..."
Behind the eyes of the lawyer who listens, just a prayer, the first after many, many years.
"God does not know anything else, does not know everything ... no! can not know, nobody knows ... "
The magistrate continues to strike with a stick made of the past, thin man with bowed head on the desk. He knows that now the game is in his hands, as he planned, he knows who will win the game and see the arrival of the lawyer on the head of baldness makes it almost happy.
"Of course, lawyers do not know it all ... for example, we do not know what happened to that boat in the picture ..."
These words awaken an evil hidden in the bosom of the wolf ' lawyer, a wolf attack and used to live behind thick books, codes, regulations, and to come out victorious from any confrontation with the opponents pieces of flesh between his teeth.
'E' soon said ... "The lawyer lifts and closes the Fasching referring to the recipient. "The old Leudo that is barely visible in the photo, is called the new St. Stephen's, was sold in 2002 to a French museum. The proceeds helped me buy my current boat as you surely know is a Grand Soleil 45 ', moored in Fezzano, about 14 feet, a pretty decent boat with which my wife and I often carry around in our sailing closest friends ... you know ... surely unnecessary to name names, I think ... "
The magistrate with elbows on the desk folds his hands to the face.
"Lawyer, lawyer ... I know all his friends and I know that none of them set foot on his boat if it is known for his frequent ..."
"But what acquaintances?! Di Stefano was just a baby daughter of my father's partner ... someone who does not see more than twenty years ... I say, at least twenty five ... with which I had and I did not attend any kind ... "
A sketch of saliva falling on the desktop and George can not help but think that he spat in Silvana at that time. Saliva Ciccia him and if they were often mistaken, before spitting on him during their fights as a child, then kissing each other during their first secret love. It was not so difficult. Raised as brother and sister, had gathered at sixteen to be jealous of each other for no apparent reason. Then the nature and the darkness of the cellar of the building in which people lived George had explained everything to their hands hasty, instilling fear in their hearts. Fear that others know, fear that their parents discovered their love, afraid of everything. Then in high school he had met his current wife, what her mother called with contempt "the cat" and everything had changed. In his world had entered the white shirts and ties, the lavender scent of her skin and her hands are smooth, and the desire to leave behind the Leudo and Sundays at sea, cuts to his hands and whistling songs that his father worked, everything, everything except Silvana.
Silvana knew everything, saw everything and one day he embraced the dark: "I do not care, I do not care about anything, I do not care if you go to bed, but stay with me, stay with me ..."
And he stayed.
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